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Updated: May 19, 2025
And ineffably supernally benign and reassuring was the look which the angel bent upon the sleeping Wagner, as she said in the softest, most melodious tones, "The choir of the heavenly host has hymned thanks for thy salvation!
The moonlight bathed them both in its clear, white radiance; and touched the sward, shading it to softest green; and the trees limned out like fairy things against the night; and the calm light flooded the little cottage with its hidden walls where the ivy and the creepers grew, and lingered over the trellises to drink the fragrance of the flowers that peeped out from their leafy beds.
Were it suitable to the task in which we are at present engaged, to indulge ourselves in a poetical flight, we would invoke the winds of the Caledonian Mountains to blow for ever, with their softest breezes, on the bank where our author reclined, and request of Flora, that it might be perpetually adorned with the gayest and most fragrant productions of the year. BOSWELL. Johnson thus described the scene to Mrs.
This gentleman has a wonderful tenderness in his heart for Miss Gardner. "Sure she grew up among us. I will give an extract or two out of the softest part of the statement he has drawn up for me. He tells of a landlord who evicted whole townlands in 1847. He hated the people because the famine swept over them.
We must learn that some trees, like oak, sugar maple, dogwood, ash, cherry, walnut, beech, and elm are very hard and that most of the evergreens are soft, such as spruce, pine, arbor vitae, as well as the poplars and birches. It is easy to remember that lignum vitae is one of the hardest woods and arbor vitae one of the softest.
Women are not so much taken by beauty as men are, but prefer those men who show them the most attention. Would you engage the lovely fair? With gentlest manners treat her; With tender looks and graceful air, In softest accents greet her. Verse were but vain, the Muses fail, Without the Graces' aid; The God of Verse could not prevail To stop the flying maid.
Ripples of luminous sunshine, and banks of primrose-coloured cloud still lingered on the path which the sun had traversed, and, when even these began to fade, there stole along the hill crests above them a film of tender colour, flinging a veil of the softest carnation over their cold grey rocks, and untrodden fields of perpetual snow.
And as she looked at him Marcia had a strange, sudden feeling that here was quite another man from the wooer who had just been lying on the grass at her feet. This was the man of whom she had said to Waggin "he seems the softest, kindest! and underneath iron!" A shade of some habitual sternness had crept over the features.
She had long been in the habit of referring to Diantha as "my little girl." Of late she had fancied that her listeners looked amused at her choice of a qualifying adjective. "It's such a pity," she answered in her softest voice, "for a child to grow that way. People expect so much more of tall children." "Well, girls often get their growth by the time they're Diantha's age. Let's see.
"Your face a little more this way," he added, in his softest and tenderest tones, motioning to me to turn my full face toward him. "Surely I am not asking too much? You look at the meanest creature that crawls look at Me. Let me find my inspiration in your eyes. Let me feed my hungry admiration on your form. Come, have one little pitying smile left for the man whose happiness you have wrecked.
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